Sabrina McLain:
"So...I understand that your husband
and father,"
Dr. Santiago said,
looking away from Mom
to me and Baylee,
"has recently passed away."
she concluded pensively.
I wanted to punch that sage smile
off her gorgeous face,
but I refrained.
She was, after all,
being payed to sit
in our presence.
Mom probably wouldn't be
happy with me
if I hit
our family therapist.
I nodded at Dr. Santiago
and proceeded to tune her
soothing voice out,
my eyes flicking over her
as I took in her appearance.
Her hair was long
and pencil straight
and the shiny black color
that looks like molten night.
Her eyes were almond shaped
and a dark brown, almost black.
Her skin was the color of
cinnamon
and she had eyelashes that
were long, like a camel's.
She was tall and
intensely skinny.
She wore a dove gray knit sweater,
a charcoal gray knee-length skirt
with soft pleats,
and even darker gray heels.
Her room,
which had her freakishly neat desk
in one corner,
a straight-backed wooden chair
in another corner,
a bookshelf crammed with
books about psychology
and in the last corner,
a gray corduroy couch
that Baylee, Mom, and I
were piled onto.
Her walls were dark gray
and her curtains
were pale, almost transparent
gray.
This woman, no matter how pretty,
is boring. She is intruding into our
personal business and she needs to
get her nose OUT OF IT,
I thought to myself.
I hated how sullen and angry I was,
but even though I tried to
STOP IT FROM HAPPENING,
it did anyway.
YOU ARE READING
Dissipate: Book Two
Short StoryThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
